The whiff of your perfume
curls around my senses
as you brush past to grab a seat
in your favoured spot.
My eyes light up in quivery anticipation
of all the sensations
that is associated with your presence
We always board the 6 pm train
Two strangers,You and I
Yet your figure has grown familiar
and your signature perfume
a fragrance I have come to know
It spoke of dusky Summer nights
and those soft rainy days.
Your bare-ringed finger
I have stared at for so long
Within me
I know that you are not spoken for
Your full red lips
Matches your red finger tips
I doubt you know how delectable you look
with your underlip caught between your teeth
The trundle of the train
causes us to sway gently
as we approach each stop
I know that I have to take the plunge now
for the urgency in me has grown into a huge lunge
You step out and I follow in haste
No longer willing to watch you through the windows
as we pull slowly away
Providence seems to be with me today
for your clicking heels catch on a stumble
and I rush to the rescue
a Prince to his fair maiden
For the first time
I catch you in my arms
Your breathing sigh
and your breathless thank you
a worthy boon.
Hello I said to you.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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